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JavaScript Developer, Full Stack. I get off on being confused. #NSFW tagged, Tumblr Savior friendly.

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When a developer tells me they* found and fixed style bugs in someone else’s code:

This is the best gif of all time, so I think our work here is done. See ya Monday! 

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* Fixed your sexist post

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Charlie aka Charzard aka MrCominFoYoGirl

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These ear weights make me feel like Cleopatra

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I'm terrified but also considering dying my hair teal

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Shoutout to @chhewchainz for the #hair hookup

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😜

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Frozach Submitted

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💁

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#pug

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If another person rings my loud ass buzzer (terrifying olive) in the middle of the night, I'm going out there with a shotgun.

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I'm well known for my bubbly wardrobe that matches my warm personality

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Purglurv

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I'm not sure. I'm never sure

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I guess it’s not so much about how much I accomplish, or how hard I work, or how much effort I put into everything. It’s about how I’ll never let myself feel something I don’t think I deserve. I’ve never really deserved happiness. I’ve only earned temporary distractions. 

I still flinch when men move too quickly, or when I’m caught off guard. I still haven’t forgiven my childhood. I fuck and smoke to forget that I’m a human being I’m not proud of. I’m not happy to be me, I don’t think I ever have been. That shit is stressful.

My mom used to cry to me when I was young. I mean, really young. She used to talk to me about how much she hated my father, how if he hit her (or me) one more time he was “gone.” She would look to me for wisdom a seven year old just wouldn’t ever have. I have carried the weight of her sorrows with me since I can remember.

I have work ethic... I have dreams, desires, and goals. I get whiplash every time my brain decides I’ll never accomplish anything. I think about razorblades, tall buildings, and pills. I give myself even more mental anguish, knowing I’d never have the guts to actually do any of that.

But what if one day I did? It’s early enough that it wouldn’t be so hard for people to get over. My mom barely calls anymore, I haven’t even seen any of my family in two years. Pug would go live with Ray, get fat, and be happy. She’d probably forget about me in a month. 

No one really understands how this feels, and most people give up on me or realize I’m not going to continue being a good lay and fuck off. And if they stay, that terrifies me, because who would want to deal with a psycho like me? So I run. And of course, that sucks, and people end up fucking off if they haven’t already. Which is probably a good idea, I’m mostly a problem. If you feel anything for me it’s a task, like taking the laundry out of the washer, or doing your taxes. Eventually everyone is going to see how incredibly hard having me in their life is, and come to their senses.

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#GoodVibes